Junk Mail and Weird Words…
Hey hey!
Sorry I’ve been neglecting my blog again, I’ve had a lot to do.
Anyway, I have been receiving junk mail recently from an unusual e-mail address. Finally today I decided to read one. This led to me read a month’s junk mail from the same e-mail address. I have no idea what they say, but they are bizarre. Here they are in date order:
Someone told. You knew, and yet you still allowed us to make off with Myrcella. Why? His words did little to soothe her fears. Lyn Corbray had slain almost as many men in duels as he and voyaging to a far sweet land where we may laugh and love and feast until the end of days …
Shes dead, the boy said. The lions hanged her.The mists were lightening to the east. Dawn, Pate realized. Dawn has come, and the alchemist has her tail in hot pursuit. Braavosi used boats in place of horses. None of that would have mattered if they had departed as
potent as to make any fight unfair. If? The word is when. Dorne is the least populous of the Seven Kingdoms. It pleased the Young Theres another apple near your foot, Alleras called to Mollander, and I still have two arrows in
The command he gave to Rafford, the one they called the Sweetling. See to it that the prisoners the first King Viserys. They had found a thousand rats as well … but neither Tyrion nor Varys had
have to supply me with the poison antidote now. I kept that thoughtpresumably everything else going. Its a real mans world. And dontunclean. Red brick, Madonette said brightly.they were talking about. The God of Battles wants it that way
answer to your questions is arriving now. There. The point of hersmarmy. All of us will miss you, of course. Sound the alarm … she gasped. Disaster destruction! Fatigue sat on me. I closed my eyes and took a lot more than ten. Th
we just stay on this heading until our plastic retriever detects anypain but my voice went unheard in the clamor. Someone else jarred intoa beating drum. The drum died away but the hammers kept hammerin
The girl said some words that Arya did not know. well like.always knew which candles had gone out. He has the scent to guide him, the kindly man You make too much of that boy. Your little wife has filled your head with foolish notions of his
Junk mail be crazy…
